Chapter 12: The Mist on the White Shore
In the gray mist, Shen Yi put on the mask he had just taken from the drawer, and his face began to change instantly.
As for changing into whose appearance? His mind came up with Byron’s image.
“The middle-aged man from the morning was very elegant. It would be nice to become his lookalike.”
The mask’s mysterious powers began to manifest, his facial features began to squirm, and his limbs gradually twisted; the whole person changed into another form in a blur.
A velvet black suit with a bright red rose on his chest, and his face changed into a middle-aged gentleman with a Van Dyck-style square mustache.
“The transformation was a success.”
Walking out of the gray mist with a satisfied smile he observed the surroundings.
In front of him was a huge basement.
There was hardly any embellishment, the ground and walls were piled up with stones, and the place looked ancient and primitive.